Some days ago I mentioned a small enclave of houses I didn’t know about that is just down the street from me. I’ve been intending to go back and take some photos, but between feeling under the weather (like everyone else), and the weather being a bit drippy, I haven’t been there yet. It’s supposed to warm up this week.
Time for me to catch up on a bit of "correspondence". I appear to have a couple of regular commenters, and lately a few others have chimed in. So allow me to respond.
To Donna in Ely (Nevada, that is): I'm delighted to have your comments, and happy that you liked seeing your name "in lights".
To Lynn, late of Ely (Cardiff, that is): Methinks the two Ely's are a few miles apart, with a bit of water between.
To AlisonH, late for ice cream: Anyone else you want to wave to? Be my guest.
To Diana Troldahl and knitalot3: Thanks to you both for your kind comments regarding the loss of my longtime friend.
To all who read this blog: Rest assured that I will continue with the humor as long as the jokes last.
And so saying, how about sumpin' funny:
THE MAGIC NUMBER IS EIGHTEEN
Well, anyway that’s their story
Why do golf courses have 18 holes -- not 20 or 10 or an even dozen?
During a discussion among the club’s membership board at St. Andrews in 1858, a senior member pointed out that it takes exactly 18 shots to polish off a fifth of Scotch. By limiting himself to only one shot of Scotch per hole, the Scot figured a round of golf was finished when the Scotch ran out.
An Oklahoma State Trooper pulls over a pick-up truck on I-40 and says to the driver,"Got any ID?" The Driver says, "Bout what?"